Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Have you ever tried to write a dream sequence or a flashback in your novels? What did you think of it when you were finished? Were you happy with the end result, or did it leave you feeling a little flat when you read back over it?

The school of thought on dreams and flashbacks is divided. Some believe that the use of these devices exhibit the writer's immature efforts at crafting backstory and plugging it in, resulting in an amateurish debut into the literary world.

If not done well, this could prove true.

But why pick on flashbacks and dreams? Even plain storytelling without the use of these literary devices can sometimes result in what dissolves into, at best, a "freshman effort." It's not necessarily due to using these tools, though some critics may call upon this as their "rule of thumb" to judge by.

Another argument against flashbacks and dreams is that they lead the reader out of the actual moment of the story, and may somehow "confuse the reader."

Oh, come on.

The only bit of confusion that might occur is not the result of the dream or flashback itself; rather, the inability of the writer to make his meaning clear--again, resulting in an immature presentation.

Yes, flashbacks and dreams are sometimes tough to transition to and from, and make that transition "work." But they can be invaluable tools in creating your backstory.

What are the advantages of dream sequences? They can foreshadow events to come, or provide information about events that the dreamer witnessed.

In my book, Fire Eyes, U.S. Marshal Kaed Turner is being tortured by a band of renegades, so he isn't paying attention to some of the details of events and conversation that is taking place around him at the time. (SEE EXCERPT BELOW) But later, when he's safely recovering, he dreams about what happened to him. This dream does two things for the reader:

1.) It lets us know what, exactly, was being done to Kaed through the conversation and actions of the participants. We see and hear what is happening, as if we are there, in the moment, without Kaed having to re-tell it to someone.

2.) It allows Kaed (and the reader) to seize upon a very important piece of information that's pertinent to the plot.He was not aware of it consciously, but his subconscious thoughts had picked it up, and it was revealed in the dream.

If you are writing a story with psychic or paranormal happenings, dreams could be a shared link between characters. This device is used often in novels that include time travel, as well.

One thing to consider when writing a dream sequence is the way your character sees life, and what his or her culture is. Make your dreams and flashbacks reflect this appropriately. In Native American culture, an owl is a symbol of impending death--not wisdom. It might mean different things to people from other cultures. Yet, a raven will probably hold much the same symbolism for everyone.

Your characters can solve problems in their dreams. This happens in reality--it can happen in fiction.

Remember, like the presentation of a gourmet meal, a seamless story is in the telling, or the writing. Backstory is sometimes essential, as are clues to the story that might not be able to be presented any other way. Make your transitions to the past, or in and out of the dream state, as flawless as possible.

If you do this, your readers won't be confused, and you'll hold them spellbound as they see the story unfold along with your characters.

Do you use dreams and flashbacks in your writing? I'd love to hear your comments and thoughts on this. I personally love both dreams and flashbacks, and use both quite frequently in my writing. Let me hear from you!

DREAM EXCERPT FROM FIRE EYES:

Finally, he fell into a deep sleep, giving himself up to the blackness, then the dreams that he could not stop, or change.****He had been here before. Waiting. The mists swirled and parted. Dreams were not always kind, but could be a powerful tool to search for clues that the mind kept veiled. From where he waited in the dense underbrush he could see and hear everything—all over again.

“Hell,” Fish mumbled. “I didn’t know they was related to any chief when I took ‘em.”Fallon stood up and eyed Edwards shrewdly. “It sure puts us in a hell of a place.” He walked slowly toward one of the tall cottonwoods and leaned against it. “Standing Bear will stop at nothing to get them back.”

Mosely hung his head. “I won’t never do that again—screw the merchandise, I mean. I’m awful sorry.”

Fallon shook his head slowly. “We don’t have a buyer anymore, and now we have Standing Bear to deal with.” He came slowly toward Mosely, halting just in front of him. “What should I do, Abe?”

“Hell, General, I know I made a mistake. But I hadn’t had any for so long, an’—”

“A mistake!” Fallon gave him an incredulous stare. “You cost us, Mosely. You and Thomas and Connors. Pritchard is paying us for virgins!”

Pritchard! Kaed’s mind seized on the valuable piece of information he had missed the first time. Pritchard. The Honorable George Pritchard—the Federal judge in Dodge City?

The rest of this was unimportant, but he couldn’t seem to manage to shake off the sleep, wake himself up. He was on fire; burning—and he couldn’t do a damn thing. Everything blurred, and once again he felt the rough hands seizing him, tying him. There was a sudden hiss of burning flesh, the smell of it searing his nostrils, and just as the pain washed over him, he realized it was his own skin.

A mountain of a man stood beside him, his leering gap-toothed grin filled with malicious intent. Kaed felt him take his right arm in his huge ham fists. It seemed as if he stood that way for an eternity, both hands locked on opposite sides of Kaed’s arm.

At Fallon’s grinning nod, the man tightened his grip and began to slowly twist in opposite directions. The bone snapped and crunched as it broke under the ponderous pressure. An excruciating blast of agony shot through Kaed’s entire body as the jagged shards of bone cut through his skin from the inside out, until the ends protruded completely.

Blood spurted across his twisted face and corded neck, soaking into his shirt in spatters. It flowed freely in the next moment, turning the ragged edge of chambray sleeve into a crimson flag of agony.

He cursed himself for the guttural, half-conscious sound he made in the back of his throat. Only by sheer force of will did he choke back the animalistic screams that threatened to tear apart the bloodthirsty air of this hideous night.

Kaed remained silent, his puffy eyes slitted murderously in the flickering light of the campfire.

“Well, let’s see. I know one place he’s not, Marshal Turner. He’s not here rescuin’ you, now, is he?” Fallon’s blade arced wickedly across Kaed’s belly, and he gritted his teeth at the slashing fire. He could almost feel his shoulders separating from the rest of his body.

“Is he, Marshal? Now, I ast you a question, boy, and I want a true lawman answer.”

Kaed tried to speak, to tell Fallon to go fuck himself, but it wouldn’t come. His throat was dry and rusty, aching with the effort he’d made to keep any sound back.

At the certain tone of Kaed’s response, some of the men hooted and whistled. Seconds later, the first arrow caught Bodie Johns in the throat. The other men turned, running, scrambling for guns, cover and horses.

All except Andrew Fallon. Drawing his revolver, he pointed it at Kaed’s head. “Now, you die, Marshal.”

As Kaed watched Fallon’s eager finger ease the trigger back, he felt a strong vibration in the ropes at his wrists, heard the accompanying whine of the well-placed arrow. He dropped to the ground as the rope unraveled, sliced in two.

Fallon’s gun exploded, and once more, Kaed felt the hot streak of fire at his side.

WOLF CREEK: BOOK 1 BLOODY TRAIL

Bill Torrance, Spike Sweeney, Derrick McCain, Charley Blackfeather, G.W. Satterlee, and Logan Munro are common citizens, until the day their small town of Wolf Creek, Kansas, comes under a methodically cruel siege. Led by one of the most brutal men of the post Civil War years, Jim Danby, the outlaw gang that invades Wolf Creek figures they got away clean with murder and bank robbery. But the dwellers of Wolf Creek have secrets of their own, and the posse that goes after Danby and his men are anything but the ordinary people they seemed to be before the attack. They’ll go to any lengths to keep their town safe, no matter how long they have to follow the BLOODY TRAIL.

TEMPTATION'S TOUCH

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FIRE EYES

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Marshal Kaed Turner is given a rare second chance at love with the mysterious woman the Choctaw call “Fire Eyes.” But can he quiet the ghosts from his past and protect the love that was stolen from him once before? There’s only one way: Kill outlaw Andrew Fallon, along with the murdering band of men he leads.

TIME PLAINS DRIFTER

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ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWS FIRE EYES

Pierson’s novel conveys the nicely realistic feel of the Old West, wrapped around an enjoyable love story. There’s a modicum of blood and violence, and the secondary characters add a good minor story thread.

Summary: The Choctaw call her Fire Eyes and see her as a healer. When they deliver a criticallywounded man to widow Jessica Monroe, she knows she has to help him. The man, whom she soon discovers is Marshal Kaed Turner, slowly regains his strength and begins thinking that settling down might not be so bad. Even after a bad marriage, Jessica hopes Kaed might want to stay. But he’s determined to catch the men that killed a young marshal and caused the death of two Choctaw girls — which ends up putting Jessica and her baby daughter in danger. Susan Mobley

ANOTHER FANTASTIC REVIEW FOR FIRE EYES!

Steph Burkhart gives Fire Eyes a 4.5, wonderful review! Here's what she had to say:

Book Review for “Fire Eyes”Written by: Cheryl Pierson

4.5 Stars

Pierson pens a riveting romance with lush settings and compelling characters in “Fire Eyes.” Set in the American old west just after the Civil War, Pierson submerses the reader in pure action. Kaed Turner is an experienced U.S. Marshal who learns that a younger Marshal has gone after Andrew Fallon, a man whose criminal actions border on insanity. Kaed arrives too late to help Mitch Beckley. Fallon has Mitch hostage, as well as two young native American girls. Kaed is helpless to prevent their deaths. Fallon assaults him and leaves him for dead. Standing Bear, the local Indian chief, finds Kaed, barely alive, and brings him to a white woman known to Indians as “Fire Eyes.”

“Fire Eyes,” is Jessica Monroe, and she lives in a cabin outside of the fort near the Indians. Jessica is raising a baby who was abandoned by her father when her mother died. The Indians bring Kaed to Jessica. She springs into action, nursing him back to life from the brink of death.

Kaed and Jessica fall in love as she’s nursing him. They commit to each other. Kaed’s Marshal friends find him with Jessica. They tell him they are on Fallon’s trail (Fallon has taken two new hostages) and while Kaed isn’t fully healed, he goes with them to find Fallon. Jessica understands, but she’dsconcerned for Kaed’s well-being since he isn’t fully healed.

The Marshals dogged pursuit of Fallon is not without a price. When Kaed learns Jessica’s life his threatened by the ruthless Fallon, he hurries home hoping to prevent the criminal from killing his new family.

Pierson’s writing is crisp and sharp. Her beginning grabs the reader immediately, holding them in the moment. Her dialogue is authentic, evoking the old west with little effort. Pierson’s descriptions are rich with emotional metaphors. Her love scenes are tasteful, full of passion.

Pierson writes in a point of view that shifts between characters within scenes. Known as a “Lonesome Dove” perspective (after the same novel) this point of view can be confusing to readers, however, the romance genre is generally forgiving of it.

Pierson’s characters are real with strengths and weakness that the modern reader can identify with. The supporting cast compliments the main characters. The plot moves fast, unraveling the romance between Kaed and Jessica at break-neck speed. “Fire Eyes” is a story that brings the American west alive. It’s a perfect book to curl up next to the fireplace with, taking the reader on a rich, romantic adventure to the past.

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TIME PLAINS DRIFTER IS RE-RELEASED WITH A NEW PUBLISHER! Here's a peek at what the story is all about.

The last thing Federal Marshal Rafe d’Angelico expected was to die. And he certainly didn’t intend to become some kind of angel! But when a train robbery goes south and Rafe and his brother, Cris, are both double-crossed and gunned down by fellow marshal Josiah Kemp, that’s exactly what happens. Rafe “wakes up” sixteen years later, facing a future even more uncertain than the one he left behind so abruptly. Becket Jansen, the “angel in charge”, seems unwilling or unable to tell him what to expect. Why has Rafe been “chosen” for this particular task—whatever it might be? Soon enough, answers begin to show themselves—in the very real form of the problem Rafe faces—protecting beautiful young high school teacher Jenni Dalton and seven of her students who have been thrown back in time from 110 years in the future. Their nemesis is a deadly force of evil that Rafe already knows too well—Josiah Kemp. And this time, Kemp is in league with Hell itself.

FIRE EYES Reviewed by Samantha Daniels, CRR

5 wings

Instead of leaving US Marshal Kaed Turner for dead, Choctaw Indians toss him on Jessica Monroe’s doorstep with deadly instructions to keep him alive. This is not the first time she has met such a request, but it is the first time she cares about the outcome.

A woman living alone has much to fear, and her deadliest apprehension now rests in her bed with massive injuries. Keeping the marshal alive is only the beginning. The Indians return with an even more serious demand, one she is uncertain she can oblige.

Cheryl Pierson has secured a fan! If you aren’t fond of westerns, you will be after reading her debut novel, Fire Eyes. And if you love historical westerns, make room on your shelf for a new favorite.

Fire Eyes opens with a gritty setup that grabs your attention and doesn’t let go. I was on the edge of my seat and gasping for breath throughout the entire book. The appearance of one character in particular kept me guessing if he was to be trusted. I rooted for Jessica when she met him at the door with a loaded shotgun, but then I chewed on my lip when she invited him into her home. What was she thinking? I did breathe easier when she kept the gun nearby. And when Kaed discovered a connection between Jessica and his own past, I read even faster. I had to know if this information would alter his thoughts. I was not disappointed, and you won’t be either.

Ms Pierson does such a wonderful job with surprises and twists that I went back to reread the book immediately to see all of the hints she sprinkled along the way.

The author’s writing style is so deliciously easy to follow that I finished several chapters without realizing I had turned a page. And the characters, oh, my. Kaed is the kind of character I search for in every book I read, strong and virile but with flaws and weaknesses. Jessica is Kaed’s match in every way, but not in a competitive, I’m-as-macho-as-the-man way. I love it when an author knows how to portray male and female characters that remain true to their gender.

Ms Pierson has done her homework. She delivers a story that is true to the time and setting without making you feel as though you have read a documentary. I hope there are more books in production by this author because I can’t wait to read them.

MORE FANTASTIC REVIEWS FOR FIRE EYES!

Beaten and wounded by a band of sadistic renegades that rules the borderlands of Indian Territory, U.S. Marshal Kaed Turner understands what the inevitable outcome will be for him: death. But Fate and a war party of Choctaw Indians intervene, delivering him instead to a beautiful angel with the skill to heal him. Jessica Monroe has already lost a husband and a brother to the outlaws who tortured Marshal Turner. As the rugged lawman lies bleeding on her bed, she faces a difficult decision. Can she afford to gamble with her heart one last time? For when Kaed recovers, he is sworn to join the other Territorial Peace Officers in their battle to wipe out the renegade gang once and for all. When vengeance is done, will Kaed keep riding? Or will he return to claim his future with the beautiful woman the Choctaw call "Fire Eyes?" Widow Jessica Monroe, named Fire Eyes by the Choctaw chief Standing Bear, earned the Indian’s respect when she stood firm against him and his warriors. Even though he saw the fear in he eyes, he also saw determination and courage burning even brighter in them.Adept at healing, Jessica helps other when she can, but holds herself away from pain, laughter, and love. She and Baby Lexie sense a change in theirs lives when Standing Bear brings the nearly dead Marshal Kaedon Turner to her cabin.Kaedon, in an effort to save Standing Bear’s two granddaughters, takes on a fight he knows he cannot win but one he cannot walk away from either. Tough as a boot, he survives unbelievable abuse before Standing Bear arrives. At Jessica’s his bloodlust subsides when vaguely in his pain-hazed mind he hears her say, “I’m here, I care", then he feels her light kiss. To him "she looked into his soul” and became his Angel. Fire Eyes, full of strong characters, takes the emotions on a rollercoaster ride from unspeakable cruelty of Fallon’s Brigade to the sensual, deep love--soul mate love of Kaedon and Jessica. Kaedon heals too fast for reality, but with all the happenings, one hardly notices because there is too much excitement to be bothered.The secondary story involving Tori and Lily is heart stopping, while the story of Kaedon’s fellow marshals and their loyalty to each other is one that shows a part of human nature so admired, that part that says I am my brother’s keeper.Cheryl Pierson creates a spellbinding story that keeps the reader turning pages.

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FIRE EYES by CHERYL PIERSON

Marshal Kaed Turner is given a rare second chance at love with the mysterious woman the Choctaw call “Fire Eyes.” But can he quiet the ghosts from his past and protect the love that was stolen from him once before? There’s only one way: Kill outlaw Andrew Fallon, along with the murdering band of men he leads. Order your copy on May 29!

A NIGHT FOR MIRACLES by CHERYL PIERSON

When widow Angela Bentley takes in injured ex-gunhawk Nick Dalton and three orphans on Christmas Eve, she is determined only to lend a hand where needed. But when the children drag in a small, scraggly Christmas tree, Angela finds herself wanting to create a memorable holiday for them. Can these visitors become the family she longs for? For those who believe in miracles, anything is possible--even true love, in the most unlikely circumstances.

UNTIL THE LAST STAR BURNS OUT (Excerpt)

Excerpt from my short story, UNTIL THE LAST STAR BURNS OUT, a free read with The Wild Rose Press http://www.thewildrosepress.comSam Johnson has returned from the States War a changed man. Can Leah's love make him whole again?“I’ll love you forever, Leah Ross,” he’d told her. “Until the last star in the sky burns out. And that’ll never happen.”

She’d been eleven, and he thirteen. Twelve years, he’d held her heart. She’d thought she needed to salvage the pieces of her shredded love and go her own way. But the way he’d just looked at her changed everything.

She had wanted him back the way he was when they’d married—five long years earlier, before this wretched war had ruined every plan they’d made in those sweet, dark hours of night as they’d lain together, spent and sated. Making love with her was like coming home, he’d told her once in those early times.

Yet, he had not reached for her during the night since he’d been back. He held himself apart from her, silent and brooding in his lonely agony.

Now, with that one look, Leah understood everything. It would never be like it had before. They were both different people, and she could only hope the love remained, as strong and true as it had been since the first time Sam had kissed her on the banks of Boggy Creek. The day he’d promised to love her until the stars burned out.

“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered. The blatant invitation beneath the innocent words brought warmth to her cheeks.

Instant denial flared in his eyes. She didn’t miss the quick glance he gave his hands, and she knew what he was thinking—that they were bloodied forever, not fit to touch her. Her heart twisted as she remembered the young boy who’d so solemnly declared his love for her, the serious duty-bound man she’d married. The war-ravaged soldier who now sat hollowly across from her was not that man. Did she possess what was needed to bring Sam—her Sam—back?

The words he’d written haunted her not only for the love they steadfastly proclaimed, but also for the sanity he’d mentioned, and had held so closely guarded. What had he seen, these past years? What had he done? A fearsome thought threaded through her soul. He’d spent a year in a Union prison camp. What had been done to him? Maybe that was why he’d lost every shred of faith in humanity—even in his own.

Even in hers, it seemed.

She swallowed hard, knowing she may have to say some things that cut him, to re-open some old wounds and let them bleed clean to help him find his way back to her. The man who wrote such lovely things, who held those memories so dear in his heart, was still inside him. Somewhere.

When he’d left his post as a U.S. Marshal to join the ranks of the Confederacy, she’d somehow known he would return to her. She’d thanked God for sending him home unscathed, but he’d been scarred badly in a way she never imagined.

Leah steeled herself, her heart pounding. It was not in her to be cruel, but she’d never run from anything. She would fight to bring Sam back.

“You may not remember how to love, but I do, Sam.” She unbuttoned her blouse.

His dark eyes flashed anger at her words. The blouse drifted to the floor, followed by her stays, and he sat forward, a spark of desire leaping into his expression. His eyes pierced her soul with a look of loss and love, of hope, and of despair of ever finding what he searched for again.

“Leah.” His voice was almost a growl.

The fire cracked and popped behind her, and she reached to unfasten her skirt and petticoats.

“We’ve slept together for a month now. You’ve held yourself away from me, even in sleep, as if you think you’re tainted somehow. As if you think you aren’t worthy.”

The skirt and petticoats joined the blouse on the floor, and she stripped off her pantalettes and stockings quickly before she lost her nerve.

Sam tugged at his shirt collar, his gaze never leaving her. “Christ, Leah,” he whispered hoarsely.She held her hand out to him, and after a moment’s hesitation, he took it. As he stood up, Leah heard his shallow breathing, ragged and uneven. Her lips curved upward.

He held himself taut and tense, and she reached for the first button at the front of his chambray shirt.

“It’s Christmas Eve, in case you didn’t realize it,” she said quietly.

“I realized.”

WHAT AM I WORKING ON?--November 2010

I finished another western historical called Gabriel's Law, and it's under consideration with Berkley right now. It's a story about a young half-breed Comanche gunfighter who becomes involved with a young woman from his past. But is it love or obligation that keeps him at Allie Taylor's ranch? As she opens her home to eighteen orphan boys and tries to give them a place in the world by becoming cattle ranchers, Brandon Gabriel will have to decide if he will be able to quell his restless side and become part of her dream, or if he'll walk out of her life forever.

My contemporary WIP is called "OF DREAMS FORGOTTEN." A young woman, Kendi Morgan, hears a truck motor running one cold fall night. Determined to stop the high school pranksters from partying on her property one more night, she heads to the creek to make them leave. But when she gets there, she witnesses a "murder", or so she believes at first. Rather than high school kids, she comes upon the "execution" of a member of a drug ring...only, he's not dead. She has become an unwitting witness to a federal drug sting gone awry and now must save herself and the man she's brought home with her. But choices are never easy, especially since she's falling in love... Can Gage Chandlerbe trusted? Kendi's brother's life is at stake--and so is her heart.I also have a short story in the works right now for an upcoming anthology with Victory Tales Press. It's for the "western saga" anthology.